Democracy (The Weed) By John Flynn
© Flying Stone Music

Democracy is growing, growing like a weed
Right up through the barbed wire and crumbling concrete
Where the rubber bullets and tear-gas grenades
Cannot keep the kids from singing on the barricades

Let the weed grow wild in the backyard child
It donít ask much, just a little bit of sun and rain
Let the weed grow tall by the old stone wall
If you cut it down itíll just grow back again
Itíll just grow back again

The seeds were thrown by martyrs, carried by the wind
From places like Chile and Tiananmen
Where the blood of poets, scoundrels, fools and saints
Stains the whitewashed walls of history like graffiti paint

Let the weed grow wild in the backyard child
It donít ask much, just a little bit of sun and rain
Let the weed grow tall by the old stone wall
If you cut it down itíll just grow back again
Itíll just grow back again

Some folks want folks to stand in rows
Again
But you know I ainít one of those
My friend
And somewhere off the beaten path
All the ones who have not cry out to the ones who have

Let the weed grow wild
Let the weed grow wild

Democracy is growing, growing like a weed